~~Take to The Night Sky~~
~~Take to The Night Sky~~
HOWL, like a Wolf in the shadows of the night,
when the darkness comes to bind us contrite.
Humble only to the Souls who have lost their fight
to live for their Ancient right--
Seven days in the fortnight, until our fate come to sight,
and in the looming hollow,
comes the voices of those to whom we plight,
upon the ground we shall Hallow!
Obligatory rights in the land of the Dead and Gone,
for the cost of our lives we have had brought upon
our own by the Harbinger of the Devoid of love;
or the loss is All, to whom we each stand upon this Dove.
CRY, like the hawk coming down from the clouds,
in the flames of battle, in which there is no glory to be found!
Caw like the Crow that brings your Soul to the ends of time,
while the bringer of your hope is sentenced to eternity for no crime!
In the darkness come, for the Wraith to sum
by the blackness round the pale moonlight,
you hear the sounds of the Eldest hounds
of Hell, as they echo through the halls of “light”!
The Strong endure, as the Weak are sure
to die before the end to come of a War;
E'en Three Days, the Tria Mera
is not enough for thy “Sister Sara”.
Take to the night sky, like the Raven and the Rook,
your head now finally shaven, for the shame you took;
Void for forgiveness, with the Devil in tow,
you are to become the fallen comrades, only pigs blood to show!
Destitution and eminent destruction nigh,
held in your blood, for the price of Freedom is high-
You have forsaken your Brethren, now to die,
unless you finally take to the night sky!
Keeping only hatred and fear in the vein,
you have made your purpose naught but Vain.
A lady with long, dark hair is the only one you can trust,
yet you choose to trust the one in the mocking lair built of rust!
Soldiers of the night, the “monsters” by their fate,
they are the ones forsaken by the world, and left to rot.
Now, to them, in the end, you turn, when it is too late;
finally returning to the surface, is this twisting, demented plot!
Yet another angel fallen by decree, sacrificed by its “Father”,
another Demon walks free of Hell, to see the face of its “Mother”.
One more Soldier, lost to the seas, the endless sands of time,
now steps forth, from beneath this grave of thine!
The patience of the Spirit wears e'er more thin,
for the “truths” that have been warped into Sin.
One more time, unveiled, this masquerade shows
the faces of the Fallen and risen, as one on his way goes.
Blisters calloused by years on the run,
now, it is time for the Demon to have his fun.
Fighting a battle that is “not his to partake”,
but for a history, he did long ago forsake!
Malice, demise, a future void of reprise,
the animal inside of him will fight 'til it dies.
A maelstrom, harrowing Sorrow and Contempt,
this fight is one that none he has seen will attempt.
Now, you begin the War, one last time;
Inside us all burns the fire that will burn Rain or Shine!
Now, the Devil inside you takes control,
Fear and Resentment have consumed your Soul!
A force from deep inside, malignant like a cancer,
a Demonic side, lacking remorse, 'tis a Blade-dancer!
Beyond any hope for forgiveness and redemption,
the Warrior is soon to return, from beyond the reaches of conception.